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Jun 2013
Small wrist
Tight fist
You won’t miss this
My punches,
They aren’t aimed for you
They’re for the walls
The walls that I built
I’ll tear them down on my own
I don’t need you
I don’t need you
I never needed you
Adrenaline,
It makes me feel alive
I feel it in my veins
It takes the place
Of the bitter pain
It’s better than pain
Anything’s better than pain
My heart,
It’ll make it on its own
It’s lived many lives
It has grown, and grown
And now it’s old
Fragile
But my body is not fragile
I am not fragile
I refuse to be fragile
Let me feel
Help me feel
Prevent me
Stop me
From hating
What I used to love
What I used to crave
Has brought me to my knees
And I scream, battered,
As I bleed
Pull me from the wreckage
Where are you
Where are you
You
You’re within me
You’re what I bleed
You’re what I see
You’re what I need
You’re my disease
And I’m just a fiend
You can’t fix me
I’m a fiend
Disgusting disease.
Hopeless.

*-lf-
Leelan Farhan
Written by
Leelan Farhan  Toronto
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